Yes Daddy (Daddy Knows Best Book 2)

by Kelly Myers

  “I don’t want to overstep again, but there are no constraints on your education. You can go anywhere you want. And I’ll pay for it. Don’t think of it as charity. If you forgive me, then that means we’re in a relationship. And that also means we help each other out. If I lost my estate and needed help, would you give me a place to live?”

  “Yes, but that’s different.”

  “No, it’s not different at all.”

  “I have the means to support you through college and through medical school,” I said. “Let me do it. In exchange, you could even do work for my company and I’ll set up a trust so that your tuition is not dependent on our relationship status. That way you never feel trapped, like you have to stay with me, or that your tuition is dependent upon our relationship status. I’d also like to set up a trust for your sisters that will cover their living expenses until they turn twenty-two, and I’d like to cover their college tuition too.”

  Eden stared at me for a minute. “That’s really generous of you, and I’d like to set up a trust and a will, in case something happens to me. I want them to be provided for. But, I do not want them thinking their tuition is paid, or they’ll give up in high school right now.”

  I laughed. I doubted the twins would do that, but she knew them better than I did. “That's a good point. They need to put some effort into getting to college on their own.”

  Eden took a moment to chew her salad, but I couldn’t wait to hear her answer. “So, what do you say?”

  “I say yes,” she said. “I started to wonder if I’d done the right thing as soon as I left.”

  I kissed her.

  “Do you want me to put on any of the lingerie?” She bit her lip. “Oh darn, I didn’t bring any of it.”

  “Are you sure you want to play like that again?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if she’d want to jump back into me being her daddy right after she’d been so upset.

  “Yes, I am sure. Why?” She studied my face. “Are you rethinking that part of our relationship?

  “No, not at all. I love what we had together. But I wasn’t sure if you still trusted me enough to do that. I know you said you felt used and I never want you to feel that way again.”

  “I do,” she said. “I trust you to be my daddy.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Eden

  “Are you going to punish me?’ I asked Luke when we got back to our room after brunch.

  “No. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “But I ran away.”

  “You had every reason to run away. I broke your trust,” he said to me. Then he paused. “Do you want me to punish you?”

  “I don’t know. I feel conflicted.” I didn’t know how to explain it. I felt like I needed absolution in the form of a spanking, but it didn’t totally make sense to me.

  “Explain it to me.”

  “I don’t think I did anything wrong either. I want to teach the twins to stand up for themselves. But I think maybe I could have confronted you, and asked you what was going on, instead of grabbing my sisters and getting on a bus for a six-hour trip.”

  “I think that’s a very mature way to look at it. It’s easy for me to see why you made that choice. You felt like I let you down. And, I did.”

  “As you know, my father tried to kill my mother when the twins were little. Mike has always been abusive. The new man that my mother ran off with is abusive as well. So, I don’t have a great track record of seeing men behave honorably. However that doesn’t mean it’s fair to compare you to them when the only thing you did was not tell me the details of your life.”

  “I hate it that you’ve had to endure all of that. You’ve coped remarkably well with all of that trauma.”

  “I try to think of myself as a survivor. And, not a victim.”

  “You need to go easier on yourself. I can make that a rule.”

  ‘Oh are we doing rules now?“ I asked.

  “I happen to like rules a lot,” he said. “Let’s go down and take a walk on the beach and then come back up here and shower and go out for a nice dinner, and then I’ll spank you. What do you think about that?’

  “That sounds good, daddy. I wish I had some of my lingerie.’

  “What else could you do instead?”

  “Wear a dress with no panties.”

  “That’s an excellent suggestion. Do you have any dresses with you?”

  “Yes I brought one with me.”

  He swatted my bottom playfully. “Go get dressed.”

  We enjoyed a nice walk on the beach, but I found myself missing Seagrove. Luke was handsy on the beach, but on the car ride to dinner he kept his hands to himself.

  “What are you thinking over there?” I asked him as he drove the convertible.. “You’re awfully quiet.”

  “You really want to know?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “I really wanted to give you an order to spread your legs and show me your bare pussy. I'm thinking that if I had not screwed up our relationship, I’d be telling you to pull your dress up to your knees. Then I’d reach over and put my hand between your legs. I could have driven to dinner with two fingers in your pussy. Maybe, on the way back. But we weren’t there yet.”

  I felt like we were pretty close, but he was right. I wasn’t quite ready to play like that, but I would be soon. At dinner he ordered lobster and I had shrimp. Once the waiter sat down our salads, he asked me to tell him more about what I wanted from college, so that we could pick a new place.

  “So, you don’t care where you live?”

  “I hate to sound obnoxious but it’s true,” he said. “I have the means to travel wherever I want so living in one place for four years is not a huge sacrifice.”

  “That’s definitely a perk.”

  “It’s your perk now too.”

  Luke brought it up frequently, but I still hadn't really grappled with how rich he truly was.

  I’d address that later. Maybe with a therapist. “I want good schools for the twins. I prefer public schools because I’d like to support them, but I’d be fine with private too. And, the twins need to live with me.”

  “That’s fine. If it works for you, we could get two houses next door to each other in the same neighborhood. That way I can live in one and you and the twins can live in the other.”

  “That would be amazing, especially now that they’re going to turn seventeen in the fall. They can stay alone in the evenings or during the day on the weekends.”

  “As soon as we can, I want to meet with an attorney that you choose, and have him or her draw up the will and trust.”

  “I’d like that,” I said.

  “Would you like another glass of wine?” he asked me.

  “No, I’m on the edge of being tipsy, so I’m going to stop.” I stared at Luke’s handsome face and masculine jaw. “Now I regret not taking you up on your offer in the car.”

  His eyes darkened. “I can fix that now. And I’m glad you refused the wine, because I definitely want you to be clear headed for the rest of our evening.”

  “Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?” I asked.

  He got up and laid his napkin on my plate. “You know, I think you have the better view of the ocean.”

  He got up and sat down beside me. He stared down at my cleavage. “Oh yes, definitely the best view.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Luke

  I wasn’t sure she’d play along. And that was okay if she didn’t. She said she was ready, but If she needed time, I could wait. After all, we were in a seafood restaurant in South Carolina. She might rather wait for a more convenient place.

  Her lush full lips parted. “Daddy,” she whispered.

  Well shit. I wasn’t expecting that. She managed to surprise the hell out of me. My cock jumped. In one second it was hard.

  I place my hand on her thigh. “You are a naughty girl.”

  She picked up her water glass and took a sip. I watched her lips as they touched the glass. I was
ready to have her lips on me again.

  “Why’s that daddy?”

  “I’m going to put two fingers in you while I spank your bottom. When we get home to Apricot Sunset, I’m going to put the dildo in your pussy while I spank you.”

  I pictured it now; the bright pink dildo pressed into my girl’s snug pussy, keeping her full while I smacked her backside. “How does that sound?”

  She was breathing hard. “I think we need to go, daddy.”

  I looked around. With my left hand. I sipped my wine. I ran my finger over her dress, right at the apex of her legs.

  As the waiter approached, I put both hands on the table and accepted the check.

  “Go wash your hands.” I went into the men’s restroom and washed my hands as well.

  She was a little unsteady, so I kept one arm firmly wrapped around her waist as we walked to the car. “Are you still feeling buzzed?”

  “No, I'm not.”

  “You were a little wobbly.”

  “That can be explained.”

  I turned the car on remotely so it would be nice and cool. I looked down at her, waiting for the explanation.

  “I don’t have on any panties.”

  “And?”

  “With each step…” she trailed off.

  Ah. Now I understand. “You’re turned on.”

  “Yes. Very much so.”

  There was no one nearby. “Your thighs are rubbing together, stimulating your clit.” I lowered my hand on her back. I imagined her pussy, pink and wet, with no panties to catch the slick. “Is that right?”

  “Yes daddy.”

  I opened the car door for her. She bit her lip as she crawled inside.

  I wrapped both hands around the steering wheel. I’d be driving with a persistent erection. She’d called me daddy while we were eating. So, I was going to assume she was ready to resume our dynamic. But I was still going to check in with her.

  “Are you ready for us to play again?”

  “Yes.”

  “What’s your signal to stop?”

  “I say ‘red.’”

  “Good girl. Now pull your dress up. Right up to your knees.”

  She did as I asked, but she drew it out. Inch by inch, the hem of her dress slid up. Over her knees. Then she stopped.

  “Now spread your legs. Good.” I pulled out onto the road. I turned down a side street where I could go slowly. Luckily there wasn’t much traffic.

  “Have you touched yourself lately?” I asked.

  “No daddy.”

  “You said not to.”

  “Good girl.”

  “I want you to do that right now. I want you to put your hand between your legs. Now.”

  Eden's face was pink. Her hand slipped between her legs.

  “How does it feel to not wear panties?”

  “It feels good.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s for you, daddy.”

  “You like knowing I could bend you over, pull your dress up, and push my cock into your body. At any time.” .

  Her legs splayed out farther. She nodded emphatically.

  “Now touch your clit.”

  Her head pressed back against the headrest.

  “Does that feel good?”

  “Not as good as you feel daddy.”

  “I didn’t think so baby girl. Now push your finger into your pussy.”

  “Oh. Daddy,” she moaned. “I wish it was you.”

  I slowed down. I put my own hand over hers. “It will be soon.” I pushed my finger inside her warm heat alongside hers.

  “You’re full.”

  “So full. Wish it was you daddy.”

  Her hips bucked against my hand. I pulled my finger away and licked her slick away. “You taste so good.”

  “Now take your hands away. If we were at home, you would have worn your chastity belt. I found something new that we can get to go with it.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  “It’s a vibrator. I slide it inside your belt, or even a tight pair of panties, and I fit it against your clit. A remote control comes with it. One that I would carry in my pocket. And, guess what that means.”

  “You control my orgasm.”

  “Yes. I’m in charge. So you could be sitting at the desk doing schoolwork. And, I decide to press the button. The vibrator comes on and you get an electric buzz right on your sweet spot. Does that sound good?”

  “Yes daddy. It sounds perfect.”

  Somehow, we got back to the hotel. We checked on the twins, and they were at paddleboard lessons. I managed to get Eden inside our suite. My cock never flagged.

  Once I locked the door behind us, I took her straight to the bedroom. I grabbed the robe belt and tied her hands behind her back.

  There was a loveseat in the bedroom. I sat down and pulled her onto my lap. With her hands tied behind her back, I’d have to help keep her balanced.

  With my right hand, I pushed two fingers into her pussy, just as I’d promised.

  With my left, I would spank her. The angle was awkward but I was determined to make it work.

  I smacked her lovely round ass.

  She cried out.

  The walls of her pussy hugged my fingers tight. I spanked her again with a loud thwack.

  Her core spasmed. “Please daddy.”

  “Please daddy, what?”

  “Please let me come.”

  “If you can come without my hand on your clit, you are free to do so,” I said to her.

  She screamed in pleasure as I tweaked her clit again. .

  I put my hand to her mouth. “I love your noises, but we’re in a hotel. Maybe, I need to gag you.”

  Instead of being chastised, her tongue darted out and she licked my hand.

  I responded by pushing my fingers into her mouth. “Good. Suck on my fingers. One day I’ll fill your mouth with my cock while I fill your pussy with a nice big toy. Maybe we’ll do that at the club in one of the private rooms.” I had no intention of actually doing that, but she seemed to enjoy the dirty talk as much as I did.

  Her lips wrapped around my finger. Then she scraped her teeth across my skin and I imagined her doing the same to my cock. I came right then and there, right in my pants. Stunned, I panted for a few minutes to get my bearings before I made her come too.

  I knew then I would propose to her soon. But, given my recent divorce, and my failure to tell her that I’d been married, I probably needed to wait a little bit.

  Even if she hadn’t forgiven me yet, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

  I was going to have to plan something really special for the proposal. Besides the fact that I had hurt the love of my life unintentionally, I wanted this to be a spectacular proposal.

  I tried to brainstorm all the things that she liked best.

  She had enjoyed the sunset cruise, and despite running away, she really did love my hotel.

  Many of the popular proposals these days involved an audience. I wasn’t pretty sure that she wouldn’t want anyone watching. I wouldn’t know who to invite anyway. Her sisters seemed young for this, and her friend at work, Daniela, was also my employee. Her friend in Savannah was far away, and I wasn’t sure that Marla needed to be a participant in the proposal.

  Although, if I was lucky enough for her to say yes, then I’d definitely make sure Marla was at the wedding.

  Involving my brother was out of the question, because he’d tell everyone in my family, and all of my friends were in Seattle. I hadn’t made any friends in Florida except for John, the owner of the neighboring hotel.

  None of those relationships were on the level of closeness that I wanted to involve in our proposal. It was an easy decision. It would be just the two of us.

  What was the most appealing to Eden? Picnic on the beach? A nice seafood dinner on the water? Or a sailboat trip into the ocean?

  I ended up choosing the sailboat trip simply because it was something she had never done before. She had joked wit
h me that I liked spoiling her and giving her things that she had never done. She was right about that.

  Even if she turned me down, I still loved her and I wanted her to have every experience she missed out on as a teen and child.

  But I was putting the cart before the horse. I didn’t even have a ring yet. Eden was going to be a doctor, so maybe she didn’t want a huge diamond to wear. Would it get in the way of the gloves? I had no idea.

  I texted a physician friend back in Seattle and she said she didn’t wear her ring while she was working anyway, so I should buy whatever I thought Eden would like.

  And, then she congratulated me and told me she was glad I was moving on from Helena and her toxic hold on me.

  Well, I was glad that she told me how she really felt, although I’d had no idea she had any negative feelings toward Helena when we’d socialized together.

  I thought you liked her, I texted back.

  I was trying to be considerate of your feelings. If you remember correctly it was my husband who pulled you aside and tried to talk to you out of marrying her all those years ago.

  Damn, she was right about that. I clearly had selective memory when it came to my ex-wife.

  I didn’t think a flashy ring from Tiffany’s was the right route to go for Eden. But, maybe it was. And, maybe I needed to expose her to a little more of my lifestyle before I proposed and roped her into it for good.

  If she hated the private jets and the corporate lifestyle, I would happily give it up, but first I should probably find out how she felt about it.

  “How do you feel about a trip to New York City to celebrate the end of summer?”

  “I am done with school now, so I’m free as long as you don’t need me at the hotel.”

  “Daniela is fine to run the hotel. When we move to Colorado I am going to ask her to become the property manager if she’s interested.”

  “Oh, she will definitely take you up on that offer.”